Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

[Progress of romantic entanglement: 30%]

[Ding! The progress of the romantic connection has exceeded 30%, and the stage goal has been achieved!]

[Rewards: Divine Merit +1000, Intelligence +6, Skill "Sword Heart Clarity" upgraded again.]

Finally, Zhao Yanxi rushed out of the store with two cups of milk tea, and shoved one of them into Ding Heng's hand with a grin.

"Brother Ding Heng! Here you go!"

Hua Yue followed behind, carrying two cups in her hands, and walked to Hua Qing's side.

"Sis, the tea I ordered for you didn't have any sugar..."

Halfway through her sentence, Hua Yue suddenly froze: "Sister, what... happened to your face?"

Hua Qing looked up: "What?"

Why is your face so red?

"Hmm...it's hot."

Hua Qing turned her face away, her voice trembling, her heart fluttering.

Chapter 83: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind

After visiting Taikoo Li, the group returned to their guesthouse to rest.

Several girls sprawled on the sofa and began to count their spoils.

Zhao Yanxi hugged an adorable panda plush toy and rubbed it all over.

Wenjing put on a panda headband, and after Ding Heng praised her for being "cute," she shyly took it off.

Even Hua Qing bought a box of Shu brocade souvenirs with a traditional Chinese style.

Zhao Yanxi leaned closer and said, "Sister Hua Qing, I've noticed that you really like these things."

Hua Qing smiled and replied, "After all, my family is in this business, so it's always good to know more. Besides, wearing it is also a form of advertising."

Zhao Yanxi glanced at Hua Yue: "Why aren't you wearing any? You're always hanging out in your anime/manga fandom, and now that you're on vacation, you expect us to go to the anime convention with you tomorrow?"

Hua Yue retorted, unconvinced: "Our family has made quite a bit of money selling custom cosplay costumes over the past few years, okay! What's wrong with anime? Anime is a business too!"

The two started arguing again.

Hua Qing frowned and asked Hua Yue, "Are you going to the comic convention tomorrow?"

"Yes, yes!"

Hua Yue rushed over and hugged Hua Qing's arm: "Sister, I finally got to go on a trip, you have to indulge my little quirks, right?"

Hua Qing frowned: "How do you plan to get there?"

Hua Yue chuckled: "Of course I'll do cosplay! I've even prepared a cosplay outfit for you!"

"Me too?"

Hua Qing was stunned, and Hua Yue hugged her even tighter.

"Don't be a spoilsport, sis! I guarantee it'll suit you perfectly and stun everyone!"

What role?

"promise."

Hua Yue took out her phone, swiped a few times, and handed it to Hua Qing.

Hua Qing looked down, and the next second—

"Snapped!"

She slapped Hua Yue on the head: "You actually plan to make your sister wear this kind of revealing outfit and wander around the anime convention?!"

Hua Yue covered her head, looking aggrieved.

Ding Heng curiously leaned over to take a look, and on the screen was the classic anime character—Saber.

Instead of the usual blue battle dress, it's a Saber look with Caster binding her.

A revealing white strapless dress, exposing large expanses of snow-white skin, paired with white over-the-knee stockings, white long gloves, and white high heels...

The bound posture, the humiliated expression.

Ding Heng's lips curled up slightly, and he gestured to Hua Qing with his eyes.

When Hua Qing met Ding Heng's gaze, her heart skipped a beat. She turned her face away and said, "Go if you want. I have plans with some local friends tomorrow, so I don't have time to go with you."

Hua Yue then turned to look at the kind-hearted Wen Jing.

Wenjing immediately said seriously, "I can go with you, but I will never wear a cosplay outfit again this time!"

For Wenjing, who is easily embarrassed, her experience of cosplaying Phoebe was both a blessing and a nightmare.

Hua Yue then turned to Zhao Yanxi, pleading pitifully, "Yanxi, you'll stay with me, right?"

Zhao Yanxi shook her head: "I can go shopping with you, but I'll only wear casual clothes."

Nowadays, she has long since moved beyond the stage of seeking thrills through cosplay. Even when she does wear cosplay, it's for a specific purpose!

"Alright, alright..."

Hua Yue pouted and sighed resignedly.

For dinner, the group went to a popular hot pot restaurant, where they typically waited in line for an hour and ate for half an hour.

After eating, we wandered around for a while and returned to the guesthouse around 10 p.m.

They all washed up and went to bed to prepare for the next day's itinerary.

The next morning.

Hua Yue was the first to get up, rushing into the bathroom and fussing for almost an hour.

When they came out, they had already changed into their cosplay outfits, Pochi from "Lonely Rock".

Pink hair, dressed in sportswear, carrying a model guitar on her back.

She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

Zhao Yanxi wore a simple, neutral workwear outfit, which was refreshing and neat.

Wenjing put back on her usual simple sportswear.

Before leaving, Zhao Yanxi knocked on the master bedroom door: "Brother Ding Heng, are you coming or not?"

Ding Heng yawned as he opened the door and handed the Land Rover keys to Zhao Yanxi.

"You guys go ahead, I'll edit yesterday's photos, we're going to see the pandas this afternoon... Drive carefully!"

"Know it!"

Zhao Yanxi took the key and turned to the guest room: "Sister Hua Qing, didn't you say you were going to visit a friend? I'll give you a ride."

Hua Qing's reply came from inside the room: "You guys go ahead, my friend is coming to pick me up soon."

"okay!"

Zhao Yanxi didn't think much of it and happily went out with Hua Yue and Wen Jing.

The door closed, and the footsteps faded into the distance.

A few seconds later, the door to the guest room opened, and Hua Qing walked out of the room.

A pure white strapless dress hugged her slender figure, with a gentle and restrained curve at the chest, revealing her fair and delicate collarbone.

The white long sleeves extended all the way to her upper arms, completely covering her slender arm lines, leaving only her rounded shoulders exposed.

She wore a pair of white stockings that went past her knees, gently tied around the mid-thigh.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and although the hair color and style didn't match the character, it didn't feel out of place at all.

Ding Heng joked, "The senior student is quite self-aware."

Hua Qing turned her face away in embarrassment and indignation: "Anyway, you'll force me to wear it..."

Yesterday, Ding Heng's suggestive look after seeing the picture made Hua Qing realize that she would eventually wear the cosplay outfit that Hua Yue had prepared.

She bit her lower lip, silently blaming her cousin over and over again.

You brat, if you're going on vacation, fine, but why did you have to prepare this kind of thing for me...?

Ding Heng leisurely sized up the beauty before him.

Saber's body type is quite similar to Hanaharu's in some ways... neither of them has a large bust.

She has a slender and delicate figure, yet possesses a sense of strength.

Paired with snow-white high heels, her already slender figure appeared even more upright.

The clothes are clearly from anime, but they look surprisingly good on her.

Her expression of shame and indignation, mixed with the humiliation of being forced to wear this outfit, gave her an aura of fragility and stubbornness.

Ding Heng reminded her, "We just talked about it yesterday: what should we call you when no one's around?"

Hua Qing's lips moved, and she reluctantly called out again, "Husband~"

"Sweetie, come with your husband."

Ding Heng smiled with satisfaction, reached out and gently brushed aside her loose black hair, then turned and walked into the master bedroom.

Hua Qing pursed her lips and followed behind Ding Heng.

The high heels clicked crisply on the floor, the skirt swayed gently, and her legs, encased in white stockings that reached past her knees, moved forward in a crisscross pattern, the blue trim around the top of her stockings faintly visible at the base of her thighs.

Ding Heng picked up the camera he had prepared beforehand: "Do you remember the pose in yesterday's pictures, senior?"

Hua Qing turned around, faced the wardrobe, and took a deep breath.

Raise both hands to hold onto the sides of the wardrobe door, bend your waist backward, little by little, inch by inch.

Long black hair fell down with the movement, almost touching the ground.

Her arms were slightly strained for support, and the lines of her arms under the sleeves were slender and long.

The white fabric of the dress stretched taut with her movements, clinging tightly to her body and outlining the smooth curves of her waist and abdomen.